I think I would have been okay if I had not won an entry into Broad Street, I think I would have been okay, but I did, so I’ve been struggling for the past few weeks.
This past Sunday I participated in the King of Prussia 10 Miler. I didn’t know much about the race except for it was small and hilly. Information for the race was hard to find – it all seemed rather murky. It felt a little like the person normally in charge of the race had quit, leaving other people to try to fill in the gaps.
Each time I went to their website or Facebook page to find information of the course or race packet pick-up, I felt like I was looking for the treasure at the end of the rainbow. The packet pick-up was a bit of an experience. I had an address, but no real idea of where I was going. I ended up in a church parking lot. Some of the people streaming from the parking lot to the church looked like runners, and others looked like they were going to church.
Confused I drove around the parking lot, but didn’t see anything that looked like a packet pickup. I ended up going back to the church. I was walking up to the church behind a girl who was in running attire. She opened the door to the church, immediately closed it, and began walking away very quickly. I decided to go ahead and peek inside since I had nowhere else to go.
Inside the door a dad was chasing around a toddler, and I could see people sitting at pew through some glass. The dad was kind enough to direct me to the center where the packet pickup was taking place. I walked inside, and they had three tables set up. I wasn’t sure where to go first and had to ask (despite no other runners being there) where to go. After each table I had to ask where to go next. There was no instructions. The people there did not seem to have any interest in making conversation or in being helpful.
This atmosphere was disappointing. I was already not excited about the race; feeling overwhelmed and there just didn’t seem to be a positive vibe or enthusiasm for the race. The morning of the race was more of the same. At one point they instructed us to head to finish line and many of the runners looked around confused. We joked that there must have been a secret handshake to register that we somehow missed.